Freedom on The Witness Stand

After being sworn in I turned to look at my former cult leader and locked eyes with him.  They remained unwavering as I slowly groped for the chair next to me and eased my way down into it.  
This was my moment...
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Scandalous Grace Excerpt

Today I'd like to release a small excerpt to my upcoming book, "Scandalous Grace".  This details a pivotal moment in my journey of breaking away from the chains of legalism and stepping into a Gospel of grace. On this night, in February 2017, my faith was forever changed...
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Advocate With An Attitude

Last night I received some harsh criticism concerning my blog and upcoming book.  This wasn’t the first negative feedback I’ve received and it certainly won’t be the last.
This person said how I’ve changed recently and I’m no longer the “sweet little Emily everyone once loved and admired” but instead I’ve lost their and other people’s respect by turning into “an advocate with an attitude that seemingly can’t move on from the past”.  Their words stung.  A lot....
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Two Trees

Today I’d like to publish the first draft copy of one of the chapters in my upcoming book, Scandalous Grace. This is a very sensitive chapter; it details the day when I was assaulted by my father when I was 12 years old and how over a decade later, I returned to the very spot where it occurred and I asked God the very raw and real question: “why?”. His answer surprised me, to say the least...

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Telling My Story

Ever since I announced on my Social Media that I am writing a book about my #cult and #metoo story, I’ve received a lot of criticism. I’ve been told that I must not really be free, or that I haven’t really forgiven, or else I wouldn’t be so stuck in the past.

But here’s the thing, just because I write about my past doesn’t mean I’m stuck in it...

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Overwhelming, Never-Ending, Reckless Love

It was a bitter cold night in February 2017.  I remember it like it was yesterday.  I lay on the floor of my bedroom. Curled up in a fetal position, body shaking, my tears fell away into the thick carpet threads.  
I had been wrestling with my faith for several months.  I had come to the realization that for the past decade I had been deceived by a false Gospel.  Instead of a stream of living water quenching my thirst with satisfying refreshment, my faith had become a barren wilderness.  Draining me.  Starving me.  Slowly choking out every bit of life within me...
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